Dr. Cyclops Page #3

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(NEIGHING)

BULFINCH:
Mr. Stockton.

Where did these come from?

From the ore dump behind Thorkel's house.

This is not mineral.

These are bits of bone.

Dicotylinae.

What?

Native wild pig.

I will ask you to attest

that the specimens are of recent origin.

Must have been an awful young pig.

Dr. Robinson, you are to be congratulated.

You have been present at the identification

of a species of midget pig

hitherto unknown to science.

An animal exactly four inches

long at maturity.

I shall call it Dicotylinae bulfinchi.

(THORKEL LAUGHS)

THORKEL:
You are quick to

take credit, Dr. Bulfinch.

May I see the evidence?

Undeniably a very small pig.

Undeniably an absolutely new species.

Strange how absorbed man has always been

in the size of things.

As a biologist, you should remember

that size represents the chief difference

among mammals.

In all essentials, a mouse

and a whale are identical.

In any event, I am delighted

you were slow in setting out this morning.

It gives me an opportunity to pay

my respects once more before you depart.

We are not departing.

But I do not wish you here.

The discourtesy,

not to mention the outright deceit

with which you have treated me,

relieves me completely

of any obligation to consider your wishes.

I have only one comment to make.

If you remain here another hour,

you do so at your own peril.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Pinto.

That's my horse, Pinto.

He has come back.

Pedro.

But that is Pinto.

Nonsense. Remain here.

Sure sounded like a horse to me.

Whoa, boy.

Steady, Pinto.

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Steady, boy.

Whoa, boy.

You think maybe it is

the ghost of Pinto that he catch?

Nobody here knows a better answer.

No, Pedro, I very much fear Dr. Thorkel only

imagines he has something in that box.

What Doc means is your

boss is cutting up paper dolls.

What can he be doing in that house?

What is it that none of us may see,

not even Pedro?

How long you been here?

Five, six month.

Ever since I come down here with the rats.

What rats?

Four dozen rats, three dozen chicken,

fourteen dog, not counting Tipo,

seven cat, besides Satanas.

What happened to all this zoo?

I don't know.

Except for five chicken,

they all go in the house with Mr. Doctor.

I see nothing so very unusual in a biologist

using animals in his experiments.

What kind of tricks do you suppose

he plays with them, Doc?

I don't know.

But Satanas...

Every day she get more fat.

(GROWLS)

Let's pack up and get out of here.

Hey, Steve. Come back here.

What's up?

Here, hold this.

Say, what is this?

What do you suppose it might be?

I know what it is. It's pitchblende.

The stuff that radium comes from?

Uranium ore...

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